But Search The Land Of Living Men,

The Book Of Books Within This Ample Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries. Happiest They Of Human Race To Whom Their God Has Given Grace To Read, To Fear, To Hope, To Pray, To Lift The Latch, To Force The Way; But Better Had They Ne'er Been Born That Read To Doubt Or Read To Scorn.

Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.